Page 52 of Hot for Hostage

I couldn’t get enough.

The way his free hand moved up my waist with only a thin, wet T-shirt between us made my brain short-circuit.

“Oh wow,” I breathed against his lips as his palm grazed the side of my breast. The small gasp that left my throat probably should’ve been embarrassing, but I was too turned on to care.

Davian’s lips curved against mine. “Definitely wow.”

A smirk warmed his voice, and I shifted until I was pressed against his arousal.

He muttered a curse and slid both hands down my body until they cupped my butt.

It only snowballed from there.

Roaming hands. Hungry kisses. Battling tongues.

But with everything he gave me, I only grew greedier formore—just like the dogs at the shelter when we pulled out the kibble.

When Davian reached for the hem of my shirt, his knuckles grazed the bare skin of my stomach like live wires. Not caring we were out in the open on the patio, I let him peel the wet shirt up my stomach and over both breasts—even raising my arms to help him get it off quicker. Once it was free, he tossed the shirt aside, and it hit the patio with a wetslap.

Davian took a moment just to look at me—toreallylook at me—with a dark gaze that appreciated just as much as it devoured. Straddling his lap in nothing more than a slip of panties and with water dripping from my hair, I’d never felt more beautiful. The sun was warm on my back, but it didn’t stop me from shivering beneath his attention.

He looked at me like I was some dog-rescuing goddess known for baking the best cookies in the tri-state area. Like he wanted nothing more than to worship me and my baking prowess.

“You are…” Leaving one hand on my hip, Davian slowly slid the other up my side. I held my breath as he cupped my breast.His thumb circled the stiff peak, making me arch into his touch. “Exquisite.”

I swallowed.

Well, I’d never been calledthatbefore.

Exquisite.

It had a nice ring to it.

“And you’re overdressed,” I said, not surprised when my voice came out husky.

Davian grinned up at me.

But I was determined to fix our clothing imbalance, and I pulled his dress shirt out of his pants with a yank. My fingers greedily found the warm, hard skin of his stomach.

He was quiteexquisitehimself.

And it wasn’t just his looks that made Davian irresistible. It was the ever-present smirk in his eyes. The way he expertly handled a gun. How he could command a room just by walking into it. Even now—lounging like he sat on a golden throne instead of a patio chair, Davian looked like a man who got what he wanted.

And right now, he wantedme.

That reminder was as intoxicating as it was mind-boggling, and the air between us crackled.

Davian helped me by undoing his top few buttons and shrugging out of his shirt and undershirt, then we collided again in a storm of lips and tongue and teeth. He pulled me flush against him, like he didn’t want to leave even a sliver of space between us. I couldn’t get close enough to him, either, even as I clung to his shoulders and deepened the kiss.

And when his hand slid up my thigh, reaching between my legs, I trembled with anticipation.

The pad of his thumb brushed the thin fabric, making me jerk against the heat of his body, before he found the spotwhere I wanted him. Quick, tight circles with just my underwear between us turned my brain to mush, and I broke our kiss.

“Oh.”

Davian’s answering grin was just as maddening as his touch. “Oh?”

My eyelids fluttered as I tried to think of something to say that consisted of more than one syllable, and I wet my lips. “This wasn’t what I expected when you brought out lunch.”

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